The Philosophical Haiku We're born into this world with a bald head and round bellies We leave the same way.
If there is no god, we are only computers. Programmed by nature.
We live and we die Is that all there really is? No! It's how we live.
Loving is magic. The more love you give away, the more love you get.
A quick note about the author, Loretta Bacon and the poem. I chose my poetry project subject, by the poem, not the poet. Unfortunately there is no set records available about the poet. I did, however, discover many of her poems. Most of her poems focus on life, things that happen, attitudes, and feelings. This poem, deals with the simple yet ever so complicating subject of philosophy, given away in the title its self. What's philosophy? That indeed is sometimes a philosophical question itself. Instead of attempting to define something I've only been acquainted with for a small amount of time, I have a simple definition for you. Philosophy-the study of simple questions, that we should know the answers to, that many smart people attempt to figure out. Yet always puzzle and mislead us until we are so intrigued that it seems as if there is no answer. Almost as pi, every day brilliant mathmatitions figure pi but can never find a repeat or end. Then, thinking they are doing something wrong, they find there selves restarting, and asking the very same question again.(Descartes) These questions are known as "The Big Questions", Such as "what is life". I'm sure I've confused you enough, so lets look to my analysis.
My analysis of "The Philosophical Haiku" First stanza: We're born into this world with a bald head and round bellies We leave the same way. This is dealing with human birth, but how were the first humans born? According to biblical sources, Adam and Eve were created by God. Sometimes we must think, no matter Christian or not, was if the bible is just a book? Then the poem leaves you with a drop, We leave the same way, talking about becoming old, possibly becoming bald, and leaving the mortal world through death. Second stanza: Moving to the next subject, mentioned earlier, Is there really a God or is he just a character in a book? If there is no god, we are only computers. Programmed by nature. As the poem makes the statement, If there is no god, we are only computers. Even I was thinking “is this woman crazy, robots?" but then, you see that she has nature playing the role of the programmer. That statement does make a lot of sense but trys to compare science and religion, two things that can sometimes be hard to merge.
third stanza:
We live and we die Is that all there really is? No! It's how we live.
Returning to the question of life Bacon states, "We live and we die." simple enough. Then pops a question, Is that all there really is? Is that all there really is? Immediately answered with a "No!", she then states "It's how we live." And of right now, that's the most practical reason! But this got me thinking, We live. We die. but what happens next we wont figure out until it happens. Then, once it happens, we may not have anyway of passing the information to the mortals still living where we once were.
Loving is magic. The more love you give away, the more love you get.
Loving. a feeling everyone can describe, but cant explain except for calling it magic. the last two lines are similar to Mark 12:31
We're born into this world
with a bald head and round bellies
We leave the same way.
If there is no god,
we are only computers.
Programmed by nature.
We live and we die
Is that all there really is?
No! It's how we live.
Loving is magic.
The more love you give away,
the more love you get.
A quick note about the author,
Loretta Bacon and the poem.
I chose my poetry project subject, by the poem, not the poet.
Unfortunately there is no set records available about the poet. I did, however, discover many of her poems.
Most of her poems focus on life, things that happen, attitudes, and feelings. This poem, deals with the simple yet ever so complicating subject of philosophy, given away in the title its self. What's philosophy? That indeed is sometimes a philosophical question itself. Instead of attempting to define something I've only been acquainted with for a small amount of time, I have a simple definition for you. Philosophy-the study of simple questions, that we should know the answers to, that many smart people attempt to figure out. Yet always puzzle and mislead us until we are so intrigued that it seems as if there is no answer. Almost as pi, every day brilliant mathmatitions figure pi but can never find a repeat or end. Then, thinking they are doing something wrong, they find there selves restarting, and asking the very same question again.(Descartes) These questions are known as "The Big Questions", Such as "what is life". I'm sure I've confused you enough, so lets look to my analysis.
My analysis of "The Philosophical Haiku"
First stanza:
We're born into this world
with a bald head and round bellies
We leave the same way.
This is dealing with human birth, but how were the first humans born? According to biblical sources, Adam and Eve were created by God. Sometimes we must think, no matter Christian or not, was if the bible is just a book? Then the poem leaves you with a drop, We leave the same way, talking about becoming old, possibly becoming bald, and leaving the mortal world through death.
Second stanza:
Moving to the next subject, mentioned earlier, Is there really a God or is he just a character in a book?
If there is no god,
we are only computers.
Programmed by nature.
As the poem makes the statement,
If there is no god, we are only computers.
Even I was thinking “is this woman crazy, robots?" but then, you see that she has nature playing the role of the programmer.
That statement does make a lot of sense but trys to compare science and religion, two things that can sometimes be hard to merge.
third stanza:
We live and we die
Is that all there really is?
No! It's how we live.
Returning to the question of life Bacon states, "We live and we die." simple enough. Then pops a question,
Is that all there really is? Is that all there really is? Immediately answered with a "No!", she then states
"It's how we live." And of right now, that's the most practical reason! But this got me thinking, We live. We die. but what happens next we wont figure out until it happens. Then, once it happens, we may not have anyway of passing the information to the mortals still living where we once were.
Loving is magic.
The more love you give away,
the more love you get.
Loving. a feeling everyone can describe, but cant explain except for calling it magic. the last two lines are similar to Mark 12:31